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it again. My body kept moving through its routines while nobody was driving it.
Garrett got home at six-fifteen that evening, kissed me on the forehead, and asked how the ultrasound had gone.
“Baby’s healthy,” I said. “Strong heartbeat.”
“That’s amazing.”
He smiled.
We had leftover chicken for dinner and he told me about the jackknifed truck with the energy continue reading …
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